We get so caught up in whether or not people see us. Whether we’re known by many, or whether they approve and even notice what we do.
& yet you paint a beautiful sunrise each morning and most of us aren’t up to see it or- or we say “what a beautiful sunset” instead of “what a glorious God.” And yet every morning the sunrise is beautiful. Because You paint it for your glory.
And so I’m giving up on this whole “living to be seen” idea.
I want to leave beautifully because I know and believe with all of my heart that I am known and seen.
& this art I “do”: these weak little words put together and small little pictures of moments–these are for You, Lord, just as each sunrise is for You.
So take what little gifts I have to offer, it is not of You to ever reject one of your own, and so here are my small treasures. let them be for your glory.
Broken? Yes, I am broken. But I am surrendered, Lord.
Nothing? Yes, I am nothing. But in you I have everything.
Distracted? Yes, I am distracted. But be my sole focus and joy.
Let it be for your kingdom that I speak each word,
For your glory that I paint each picture,
For your exaltation that I pen the words you put in my heart,
For you alone.
If no one else sees, I am perfectly content. Because from this day forward I am not doing it to be seen, or noticed, or applauded, or praised. I am doing it for you.
You’ve shown me the joy of creating something. & maybe it’s to show me the smallest glimpse of the joy You sang over me when you formed my most intricate parts.
You delight in me, and this dear Lord is more than I could ever ask for from the world. It fills all the places where man’s approval could never rest. It satisfies a soul longing to be known, it fills the hungry, it is enough.
This will be my beautiful offering, all my broken pieces laid at your feet,
all the hidden moments that no one sees,
because the moment I realize I am known, I know I no longer need to be seen.